horse of a different color

i’m okay
written in the window of a haunted house
i’m okay
on a chalkboard during a zombie apocalypse
the boat sank; i’m okay
the train crashed; i’m okay
the volcano erupted; i’m okay
from rooftop to rooftop
from treetop to mountaintop
i’m okay
whether you are asking or not
i’m okay.

that’s a switch, right? i’m admitting that i am okay. and i have some warrior chick riding a panda. i want to start moving back towards comics. i think that’s where this image came from. when i go to illustrate a page, i empty my mind & wait. if nothing appears, i just start inking. however, many times, with enough meditation, i find the image i want–in this case–lady panda warrior.

(first page of a new journal)

books! books! books!

in addition to having confusion perfume & other neurotic comics available through amazon (or contact me for an autographed copy)
in its proofing stage, to be released soon this year, tangled together…a collection of flash fiction & short stories written by me over the last 30 years.

look mom, i’m a writer

“writing is a nice hobby,” they told me. “but what are you really going to do with your life?”

sadly, both my parents are dead, and i am unable to rub it in their faces that i have finally started publishing books….
i’m a late bloomer.
that or it took me 30 years to realize, “nope, this is what i am going to do. fuck real life.”
so!
confusion perfume & other neurotic comics has been published by tara caribou’s raw earth ink publishing as of last year & is available through amazon…or contact me for an autographed copy.
and now tara is tackling my collection of short stories, tangled together, that is flash fiction & short stories spanning the 30 years of my being a short story writer (before which i wrote novels)….
so exciting!
i will totally keep y’all updated!

friendship pains

friendship
can be an ugly bird
squatting on a carcass
& laughing
at the people
we love.

this one doesn’t really make a lot of sense. i was angry with a friend who i felt was treating me callously.
i am terribly terribly anti-social. being my friend is not easy. i blame it on my scorpio rising. i just have a nasty sting when provoked.
so
this journal page happened because i felt slighted.

don’t even get me started on my across the street neighbor….

in other news…inappropriate comics with pandas!

i’m not sure about this one…i was thinking of the sound of music for some reason & pandas & well, this just kinda got away from me. i apologize. i think it is the most recent stay-at-home order making me extra inappropriate.

and then there were pandas

i was asked by one of my children
to paint a panda
& was surprised
by how easy it is to paint a panda
then today
feeling frustrated
with my art & life
in general
i got the idea to start a series called
“inappropriate comics with pandas”
so there is that
to look forward to.

sometimes i really worry about me. i’m either inspired or possessed. it’s really hard to tell.

dream lover

you showed up in my dream
again
always there
sweet as pie
miles away in the morning
but by my side
still
in my memories
in my wishes?

i was doodling my dream lover and then added these speech bubbles. apparently dream lover wants me to focus on comics. i’m cool with that. it’s not like i have a shortage of ideas.

i’m nanowrimo-ing

or trying to, at least
i’m working on two different projects
which has me working on stories
everyday
so, yay!
but no worries
i am still journaling
but need to get to inking
as well so i can post something
however
thoughts keep falling out of my head
before i can commit them to paper
you know how it goes
you think there is no way
you will forget something
& then it is gone.

but! until i can get some journal pages done, i will just go ahead & remind y’all that i did write a book and i do have a box of them sitting in my office waiting to be autographed & mailed to you!
you can paypal me…write me a check…mail me some cash…whatever gets this book in the mail to you.
if you need it, my email is quixoticmamama@gmail.com

xo

every day is inktober

writing
led me to
art
which brought me back
to my
writing
…it’s the story
you see
no matter how
you tell it
it must
be told.

dude. i totally spaced on inktober…again…but, as it turns out, i have posted an inking every day of october so far. because, well, ever since 2016, almost every day has been inktober for me.
inktober 2016 is when it all began, my full-fledged & messy love affair with my ink (there’s an interesting mental picture…but it looks a lot like a room full of inkings of myself–see yesterday’s post.)
yes! in honor of inktober (which i. had spaced, but the universe kindly remembered for me) i have an exhibit of the ink adventure that reflects work that began inktober 2017! my self-portrait series “the invisible exhibitionist,” hangs at the commons in viroqua & will at some point soon be available for viewing on their website (though i still urge y’all to come visit the real thing.)
also!
in subconscious honor of inktober, i released my first book of comics on october 1st. confusion perfume was when i began to seriously start using ink rather than my previous flirtation with watercolors.
so much like the ink running through my veins, inktober is never far from my heart.

in other news…

the freestore i started last winter is open again!

i am starting a writer’s/artist’s group on monday…

my art show (the invisible exhibitionist) is going up this weekend?

& my book is due for release on october 1st.

i’m only freaking out a little. okay. so i am super-dooper freaking out & my imposter syndrome feels like i am about to step off a cliff & spiral downward into the abyss…but, you know, otherwise…exciting stuff.

show of hands…

okay. so tara caribou is in the final stages of publishing my book confusion perfume & other neurotic comics.
she wants me to come up with a number of books i should have on hand should anyone want to order a signed copy.
so, show of hands, who is thinking they would want to order a signed copy of my book as opposed to just getting the regular copy (because, of course, i am sure you are all going to run right out (to your local internet) and get a copy of my first book…right?
i don’t want to end up just using a box of books to build forts with in my office on those days–you know those days–when only a blanket fort weighted down with all the extra copies of your first book will do….
plus i get kinda fire-happy when i am feeling depressed…so, i really don’t want any fodder for whatever random cleansing i decide to do in a moment of “clarity”….
anyhoo…anyone want a signed copy of my book? due out october 1st (the blood moon, y’all.)

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